The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

The winter in the imperial city is coming wrapped in wind and snow.

Before dawn, Ming Feiqing struggled to get up from the warm blanket, got out of bed and put on a fox fur winter dress, then lit the lamp, sat at the table and read a book.

Snow was falling outside, and the gate of the palace was covered in white.

The butler was waiting at the gate of the mansion with his crane cloak in his arms, and when he saw the carriage of the palace approaching from a distance, he immediately led people to meet him.

Huai Jin entered the palace last night and did not return home until this morning.

When he got out of the carriage, the butler immediately took a crane cloak and put it on him: "The cook has prepared stewed chicken with sliced ​​ginger. Your Highness, drink some soup to warm yourself?"

"No need." Huai Ziyu strode into the mansion, "I'll go to the inner courtyard to see him, you don't have to follow."

The palace is close to the palace, Huaijin often enters the palace late at night and comes back early in the morning, the first thing she does when she comes back is to see Ming Feiqing.

When he walked to the door of the bedroom, he was not surprised to see a warm yellow light in the room. He pushed open the door and broke in with a chill in his body. Ming Feiqing, who was reading a book at his desk, didn't notice anything.

Usually at this time, Ming Feiqing was still sound asleep in bed, Huaijin would often secretly kiss him at this time, Ming Feiqing didn't know why when he woke up, he thought it was an unspeakable dream.

In the past few days, Huai Ziyu has not been able to kiss the sleeping Ming Feiqing—since she decided to participate in Chunwei, Ming Feiqing got up earlier than the chicken.

He walked to the table, the shadow blocked the light of the lamp, and Ming Feiqing realized that he was coming.

Huaijin raised her cool hand, put it on Ming Feiqing's cheeks and rubbed it, as if it was a soft hand warmer, and asked after rubbing enough, "It's wet and cold in the morning, are you not feeling uncomfortable?"

For a patient who cannot live without decoction for the rest of his life, going to bed late and getting up early to study hard in winter is tantamount to torture like Ling Chi.

Ming Feiqing enjoyed it, "A little bit, but I'm very happy."

He finally found something he could do and do well, of course he was happy, even if this happiness was based on his physical ailments.

Huaijin touched his palm, it was as cool as his cheek, the earth dragon in the room was as warm as a spring day, but Ming Feiqing's palm was still cold, in the final analysis it was because of his weak body.

Huaijin knew that he was holding on and would not tell the truth if asked, so she asked someone to fetch hot water, and asked the housekeeper to bring the stewed chicken with ginger slices into the inner courtyard.

After a cup of tea, Ming Feiqing soaked his feet in steaming hot water, covered his old knee injury with two warm towels, put his hands on the edge of the bowl of chicken soup to keep warm, his cheeks gradually flushed with rosy blood .

Huai Ziyu removed the meat from the chicken drumsticks for him, and fed them into Feiqing's mouth piece by piece. At the end, he stared at him and drank the soup, and even picked up the ginger slices from the soup base and brought them to his mouth: "Ginger slices keep the cold away." .”

Ming Feiqing put two pieces of ginger in his mouth with a bitter face. Although the taste was not good, his body did recover. As soon as he warmed up, he fell asleep, his eyelids were clenched up and down, but he insisted on reading the words in the book.

Huai Jin took the book from his hand: "No reading, go to sleep."

This person only recovered his life two months ago, and now he is afraid that he will waste his life for a Chunwei exam.

Ming Feiqing stretched out his hand to grab the book, and felt dizzy when he made a slight movement, his eyes went dark for a moment, and when he woke up again, he was already lying on the bed, Imperial Physician Qin was holding his right hand to feel his pulse, Huaijin stood there with a worried expression on his face. beside the bed.

Qin Ran took the pulse, told him to rest more, and prescribed a new medicine.

Ming Feiqing looked frustrated, brought bitter medicine to his mouth, he turned his head away, and said in a muffled voice: "Mother has always hoped that I can be admitted to the examination, and I can't even satisfy her wish."

Huaijin sighed: "As long as you take care of your body, I will not prevent you from entering the examination room."

Only then did Ming Feiqing regain his energy, took the bitter medicine and drank it up.

He supported his sick body for three months in the cold winter months, and finally successfully completed the Chunwei exam in the beginning of spring.

A month later, the top three papers of Chunwei were delivered to the emperor.

The papers were anonymous papers, and the old emperor read the first two papers with no emotion on his face. After reading the third paper, he suddenly applauded and praised repeatedly.

Prime Minister Lin in the hall immediately poked his head to look at the contents of the test paper, hoping that the paper that made the emperor Longyan happy would come from his son Lin Ji.

The emperor rated the third test paper as the top one on the spot, and the other two were ranked second and third respectively.

After the ranking was determined, Zhang Gelao wrote Zhu Juan's name on it.

Prime Minister Lin watched helplessly as the words "Ming Feiqing" were written on the Yijia article.

Not only Lin Xiang, but even the emperor's smiling face darkened.

"This is Ziwei Xing who saved the queen mother from danger? I heard that Ziyu is very partial to him."

Zhang Ge wanted to say something, but Prime Minister Lin knelt down first and said, "Please forgive me for the crime of disrespect."

The old emperor glanced at him: "Why did Aiqing say that?"

Prime Minister Lin: "Wei Chen has read in the book that the so-called Ziwei Star...in fact, it is actually the Emperor Star."

Bearing the fate of the emperor star, it is originally auspicious from heaven.

But if this person's status is low and he's not a member of the royal family, isn't this the heavens expressly expressing that the so-called "Ziweixing" will replace the Huai family's scourge in the future? !

Thinking of this, the old emperor's face was as dark as soy sauce.

In recent years, he has heard many rumors.

Those who win the Ziwei star can win the world. Ever since Ziyu has Ming Feiqing by his side, almost everything has gone smoothly. In the past year, he has been on a steady rise, and his sword is pointing to the position of crown prince.

The emperor originally had five sons, Huaijin was the youngest and the least valued one, because Concubine Shu was implicated in the crime of blatant regicide because of her words and deeds back then.

He threw this son to such a poor place as Tuzhou, and he didn't even give him the prince's army and ceremonial guards. Obviously he didn't want this son, but he couldn't kill him, so he exiled him in disguise, and didn't want to care about his life or death.

But Huai Ziyu went against the current, not only operating the barren land of Tuzhou into a four-way transportation hub, but also has jaw-dropping military talents. The sixteen cities on the border of Xiqin were recovered by Huai Ziyu within three years, which will be even more difficult. The degree to which the southern country played the high card of avoiding the war and finally had to negotiate a peace.

After he returned to Beijing, he used all kinds of reasonable means to defeat the emperor's elder brothers one by one. Those four were the emperor's own sons. to the point of resentment.

In just three years, the old emperor had only Huaijin, a nearly perfect prince, left at his knees. Naturally, he was the only candidate for the crown prince.

Huaijin had no family support behind him, nor did he have any mother or concubine to help him in the palace. He was once the most humble prince of the Xiqin royal family, even though his blood flowed with the royal family, it did not prevent him from being trampled in the mud.

Such a person, suddenly rushing up in adversity, seems to have the help of a god.

Could this "god" really be Ming Feiqing who bears Ziwei's fate?

The emperor shuddered, and he looked down at the excellent article.

It took this person only three months to crush Lin Ji who had been studying hard for ten years in Han Chuang—you know, Lin Ji's talent is by no means bad.

The emperor saw Ming Feiqing talking about the situation in the world and the way of governing the country in his article, as if he had glimpsed that Xiqin would fall into the hands of this son a hundred years later, and then changed the banner and the Huai clan completely declined.

He closed his eyes with a headache, picked up the ink pen and drew a blood-red cross on Ming Feiqing's test paper: "I will never let this kind of person enter the court!"

Seeing the emperor's loss of composure, Mr. Zhang Ge was terrified: "Your Majesty, Ming Feiqing is a talent that is rarely seen in a century. Why bother to be so obsessed with the so-called astrology!?"

"Shut up for me!" The emperor was furious: "I can never gamble with the future of the Huai clan. Ming Feiqing...Ming Feiqing..."

He raised his hand, and circled a sentence in the article: "He plagiarized my political theory in the article, and I will abolish his reputation, and this person will never be allowed to re-enter the scientific examination!"

The incident spread to Huaijin that very day.

Before the imperial decree was issued, he rushed to the palace and defended Ming Feiqing: "He just used the father's political commentary to make a quotation, everyone wrote it like this, and Lin Ji even used a whole Duan enters, why does the emperor judge Feiqing for cheating?"

The emperor hid in the shadow of the sun: "I said he cheated, and he cheated."

Huaijin: "The top three articles have been publicized for many days. The father is the emperor. You can make a final decision, but you may not be able to convince the students of the Imperial College and the common people!"

The emperor: "That's true, so I want you to persuade Ming Feiqing to give up his first-ranked fame to Lin Ji, who is second in the list. Otherwise, I will charge him with felony fraud in the imperial examination and send him to prison. How many days can you last in prison, Ziyu, you know exactly what."

"Father is forcing me." Huaijin's hands hidden under his sleeves were clenched so tightly that his bones were almost broken. He gritted his teeth, forgetting even his disguise, like a little wolf who was about to ambush an old wolf at any time. Filled with anger and desire.

The old emperor didn't take the cub's anger seriously, he slapped Ming Feiqing, but stuffed the candy into Huaijin's hand: "If you finish this matter well, you will be Xiqin's legitimate prince."

"I fully understand your anger now. I want to remind you that only by standing at the highest point can you keep the person you want to protect. You are not enough."

The decree from the palace still came down to the gate of the palace. When the eunuch announced the decree, the people around thought that the champion was about to be born, and they all waited to get some joy.

However, this imperial decree was to beat Ming Feiqing's fraud in the imperial examination.

"Your Majesty, please let me know that you can take care of yourself, and don't do such dirty things." The eunuch finished reading the tedious order, and did not forget to convey the emperor's oral order.

Everyone around could hear these words clearly, and someone understood the whole story, and yelled: "Unlucky!", and then all the people who came to catch Zhuangyuan Lang's joy began to curse.

Ming Feiqing's cheeks were hot and his ears were ringing. It took him a long time to think of defending himself: "I didn't cheat, did your Majesty make a mistake?"

The eunuch couldn't bear to look at his expression, so he just handed over the imperial decree, but Ming Feiqing refused to accept it.

"If you don't accept the imperial decree, it will be regarded as treason. Young Master Ming, accept it." The eunuch whispered: "Don't implicate the prince."

"..."

As if struck by lightning, Ming Feiqing raised his hand bluntly, and at the moment when he was about to touch the imperial decree, Huaijin rushed over on horseback.

Seeing a savior, he threw down the edict, got up and flew into A Jin's arms, grabbed his hand and said repeatedly: "The Holy Majesty must have made a mistake, how could he say I cheated? I didn't cheat, A Jin, You know! I wouldn't do such a thing!"

"I know, Feiqing." Huaijin hugged Ming Feiqing and wiped away the tears that were falling from the corners of his eyes, "I know you don't bother to do such a thing."

Ming Feiqing was finally able to let out a breath, and was about to enter the palace to explain to the Holy Majesty in person, when Huai Ziyu suddenly held his face and said:

"Fei Qing, give up the position of champion to Lin Ji."

Ming Feiqing's teary eyes widened, and she couldn't believe that these words came from Huaijin's mouth.

Huaijin said: "You already have me, people can't be greedy."

Tears flowed from the corners of Ming Feiqing's eyes: "I took what I deserved, and in your mouth, it turned into greed?"

Huai Ziyu was speechless, he could only hold the back of Fei Qing's head and kiss him deeply.

Ming Feiqing seemed to have been sucked out of all vitality, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Half a month later, Lin Jifeng became the No. [-] scholar, sitting on a white horse, proud of the spring breeze, with the badge of Prince Jing's Mansion hanging on his waist.

Ming Feiqing hid in the restaurant, looking down at all this.

He suddenly let out a miserable laugh, which startled Tian Qing.

The moment Tian Qing looked back, he saw the young master vomit a big mouthful of blood, and fell straight down.